| Sometimes when I look back
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| It’s clearer to see
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| Someone was here, could it have been me
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| Who do you think is laughing now
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| Infinitely it’s a loop yet to be
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| Deep in the darkness, its all I can see
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| Magic and mystery endlessly tired
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| He gave it all up for a crooked empire
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| Things fell apart with a split at the seams
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| Pencil to paper, these weren’t meant to be
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| Jealousy lingers like poisonous glue
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| Sluggish and dried up, i’ll come right back through!
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| Sorry, are you sorry? |
| You let the demon in!
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| Its the last reel, it feels so real
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| But I can finish this
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| Curses and summoning
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| Born in the ink
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| Pulling a soul from a body. |
| the link.
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| Its the only way to save the cartoons we made
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| A living theme park, have we all gone insane
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| Friends and now families sacrifice lives
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| Finding their caskets, are bodies inside?
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| We’ve been here before, but what number of times
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| The empire shivers from so many lies
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| Eyes glow, they’re the lost ones
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| Those eyes glow while they grieve
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| No light when they sorrow
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| Petrify those like me
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| Messages hidden within tragedy
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| Those images hidden. |
| invisible ink
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| Things fell apart with a split at the seams
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| Pencil to part, these weren’t meant to be
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| Jealousy lingers like poisonous glue
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| Sluggish and dried up, i’ll come right back through!
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| Sorry, are you sorry? |
| You let the demon in!
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| It’s the last reel, it feels so real
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| But I can finish this
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| Sorry, are you sorry? |
| You let the demon in!
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| Its the last reel, it feels so real
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| But I can finish this |